The girls were in four different states, no two adjacent, so Marjorie was on what Marissa had come to call her mother’s “Cross-Country Atonement T...ur”, trying to make amends for “dropping us, and then dropping us”: Marissa’s words. We were the last stop on the Tour.Marjorie appeared to have lived hard during her 54 years, and all the drinking and the smoking and the fucking — some minor knowledge of which had come to Marissa via Johnny, her father — showed in her face and skin and body, and. She was also cold and heartless. Maybe that is what drew me to her. I still am not sure if it was the contrast, or the challenge of finding that inner light and making it shine. Twice, she had dumped me, and twice, I had taken her back. She had just called to ditch me again. That made it three times dumped.The previous times, I just sat around the house in a state of depression. I just could not understand how she could treat me like this, and I knew the guy she left me for was every bit as. I just didn'tlike the way he looked at Shannon's body. An obvious lust was clear."But why? Why do this? What do you gain?" I stopped and closed my eyes,ready to try a different tactic. "If you return us to how we were, Iwon't tell a soul. I'm sure Shannon could be persuaded to do the same."I opened them and looked at the boy, pleading as best I could."I'm afraid that can't happen just yet. I do promise that if you followmy directions to the letter, I will restore you and the lovely. Chris and the girls laughed. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann(wish she had been called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off.We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with us. We were rather raucous !We arrived at my house and went into the living room. " Put some music on Sparks. Lets have a good time eh ?". Yip it was Christine speaking. It was only half 2! "Open the bottle Sparky". I poured the drinks but nobody seemed that interested to.